Oh, God.
My breath leaves me in a shaky rush as every nerve in my body lights up at once. My fingers curl around his length instinctively, and the reaction from him is immediate: a sharp inhale, like he wasn’t expecting how much it would affect him too.
He leans in close, his mouth near my ear. “Do you still think I’m not attracted to you, solnishko?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KIRILL
Lev was already asleepwhen I left, curled in the middle of his bed as I stood there watching him, not wanting to go.
But I couldn’t stay. Not after I saw what she was wearing and where she’d be going.
And especially not when I imagined the men around her hungry for a taste I would never let them have.
So of course I came to this godforsaken cesspool just to watch her. There was no way I’d let her walk into a place like this without protection.
I told myself it was only to keep her safe. But even that was a lie. Because every thought I have about her is wrong. Filthy. Off-limits.
And still, I can’t think straight.
V moey golove tol'ko ona.In my head, there’s only her.
And lately, she never leaves.
The second she turned toward the restrooms, I moved after her. I didn’t see him at first, not until he slipped in behind her.
Ublyudok.Scumbag.
Just thinking about him splits something open in my chest, rage flooding back so fast it makes my hands itch. I should have killed him right there. I still will.
The moment I saw the fear on her face and saw the drink spill down the front of his shirt, I knew he’d already crossed a line. He’d touched her.
She fought back. I’m proud of her for that. But it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change what he tried to do.
Men like him don’t learn. They don’t stop. They don’t deserve another chance to do it again.
What he did sealed his fate. I’ll make him suffer for every second he made her afraid.
When she looks up at me, I keep her hand in mine, gripping it tight, knowing there’s no way I can let this woman touch me again. She’s still staring at me like she can’t believe I let her to begin with.
Neither can I. But I don’t regret it. If anything, it’s worse now, the way I want her.
Just imagining the feeling of her skin against me—the softness of her palm, the way it might tremble, the way she’d watch her own hand as she stroked me…
“Blyat,” I groan.
“What?” Her eyes widen.
Idiot. Keep it together already.
“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay. Let me just text Mandy so she doesn’t worry.”
She grabs her phone and types quickly, then slips it back into her purse. I take her hand again as we step out of the bathroom and move through the crowd. I don’t let go. Not for a second.
And the longer I hold her, the harder it gets to ignore how badly I want her. To keep myself from ripping off that dress and exploring every inch of her skin until she’s trembling, writhing under my hands, begging to be filled.
